by laura sims from practice, restraint
both of us opened
in windows / en face de
who froze in the field
between road and wood
what's yours
settles mine, my mind ---
there's a staircase facing the porch door, patio, sea, you are
right
rápidas manos frías/ retiran una a una/las vendas de la sombra/abro los ojos/ todavía/ estoy vivo/en el centro/ de una herida todavía fresca ~*madrugada* por octavio paz
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